When Contracts Turn To Forbidden Kisses の小説・ストーリー

They had just entered the mansion when she spoke, “about what almost happened. Let’s forget about it.” When Ethan’s brows met in confusion, she clarified. “I know I’m beautiful and sexy… the atmosphere was somewhat romantic, it was dark under the twinkling stars and we were staring into each other’s eyes. I understand why you were tempted to want to kiss me. I’ll let you off the hook this time but don’t do it again. We are only bound by a contract.” Ethan hissed and gnashed his teeth, ‘contract! Contract! Every time she opens that pouty mouth of hers she reminds me of the goddamn contract!’

His touch sent shivers down my spine, I bite hard on my lips, my chest heaving up and down. “Fuck, I like that.” Goddamn, what was going on with Henry tonight? Did he drink something? Or was this all in my head? “Henry…I–” “Can I kiss you?” His question cut me off. My eyes widened as I turned from side to side, my lips pressing into a thin line. Should I allow him? But wasn't this wrong? The contract clause… We weren't supposed to do this. But as much as I wanted to resist,I couldn't get over the thought of what his lips would feel like.

She fluttered her eyes and made her voice soft and cute. Shedim parted his lips at the sight then quickly cleared his throat. “We’ve sealed the contract with a kiss. There’s no going back now.” A smirk played at his plump red lips. Seeing the redness that crept up her neck, he was satisfied. It was exactly the kind of reaction he wanted to elicit from her. “Hey! I won’t let you call in your favour if you’re not even going to do anything for me.”

he became serious. I held his gaze honestly before speaking. “It was a goodbye kiss.” “What do you mean?” He scrunched his brow at me. I stroked his chest as I spoke, playing with his nipples. “Reign confessed his love for me and since I couldn’t reciprocate it I couldn’t bring myself to deny him at least a kiss, and he is a good kisser,” I added with a cheeky grin. “Is that so,” he turned me on my back with a mischievous sparkle in his blue eyes. I nodded still smiling. I raised my hand up his shoulders to wrap it around his neck.

The kind of kiss that says more than words ever could. I watched as Jenny’s eyes fluttered shut, her hands coming up to rest against Jacob’s chest. When they finally broke apart, she was blushing furiously, but the smile on her face was unmistakable. “Well, that’s new,” I commented, a smirk playing on my lips. Jacob turned to me, his expression unapologetic. “It’s not exactly a secret anymore,” he said, his tone firm. “We’ve decided there’s no point in hiding it.”

He saw how Isabella was so worked up. “We did nothing wrong,” Shawn said, getting Isabella's attention. She glanced up and arched her brows at him. “Shawn, we made a deal…your contract…it's not fair that…” Isabella tried to say, but she couldn't even finish her words. This was a mistake, she read through the terms of their contract and it was clear. She was not allowed to sleep with either Kenny or Shawn separately unless both were. “It's not your fault… I'll talk to him,” Shawn said and handed Isabella her bra, it took a while before she even grabbed it. Shawn took advantage and grabbed her hand and pulled her to him.

She smiled devilishly to herself when she imagined pushing Angel into the pool. "I think I have an idea." "I know you always do. Now out with it." Angel paid full attention to the words about to leave Grace's mouth. "Since you only have a short time left, and you can't possibly meet anyone now, added with your busy schedule..." "Yes...and?..." Angel asked suspiciously. Grace had her in suspense. "And... I think you should just base the whole thing as a contract." "I'm not following." "Contract a lover. You can pay the person to pretend to be your lover and do a fake wedding." Grace said with excitement of her idea.

He was composed now, but the look in his eyes a second ago told Emily everything she needed to know. He was hiding something. But so was she. “Now.” Scott leaned closer. “You haven’t given me my wedding kiss.” Emily froze. “The contract—” “The wedding is part of the contract. The kiss is part of the wedding.” Before she could speak, Scott closed the distance. His lips crashed into hers—warm, insistent. He grabbed the back of her neck, his touch sending shivers cascading down her spine. He parted her lips with his tongue. Passion swept through Emily’s whole body as she closed her eyes and surrendered.

He nodded slowly. “Contract marriage,” I corrected him. And we laughed together. It was a rare moment. Laughing together. The world I live in is dark. The things in normal life are special to us or atleast to me. I never told anyone. Or maybe I never will. But I liked these ordinary moments. Irene's POV: ‘5 am, at KC productions at 7 th floor. Your contract will be ready for you to sign.’ was the text that made a very strange tingling in my stomach.